Fifty Shades of Sleeping Beauty (4 page)

She bucked on Magnus’s face for a little while longer and then lifted up her buttocks, swivelling around to sit on his waist. His expression was a little startled, his mouth wet from her juices, but when she reached behind her and gripped his cock in her hands he grinned broadly.

Rising up higher, Bellatrix placed the tip of him against her pussy and then, with one easy motion, slid down completely onto his length. While the prince may have been smaller than the emperor, he was a better fit and the witch’s body shuddered as she ground her pubis against him, leaning forward so that the other two could see his cock filling her cunt right to the hilt. Serena let out a sigh but Isis snorted in derision. Bellatrix ignored them and began to rise and fall on the magnificent erection between her legs, pulling up Magnus’s hands to her small breasts, making him pinch her nipples hard as she then raked his chest with her nails.

“Oh yes, oh yes my naughty prince!” she breathed, her cheeks growing redder and redder. Magnus’s fingers dug into her flesh and his cock was even harder than it had been for Serena, a fact that made Bellatrix gleeful as she began to slam her buttocks down onto his thighs, burying him up to the balls inside her.

“Oh fuck! Oh bloody hell!” she started to howl, a fact that made both Isis and Serena stare at her in surprise. Of the three of them, Bellatrix had always been the one to keep control, and the fact that an orgasm of such intensity was building up inside her, causing her entire body to shake, did not bode well for them.

Prince Magnus himself began to roar, his own hips bucking as his second orgasm of the night exploded in his loins, and at this Bellatrix shrieked, falling forward so that her buttocks and cunt, all sticky with juices, were exposed. She bit his ear gently and whispered: “My, what a bad, bad boy you are, my prince.”

“Wow!” was Magnus’s only response. When Bellatrix finally lifted herself from his wilting prick, he could do no more than lie there and she stood beside the bed triumphant, her long locks hanging down her slender body.

“So, sweet prince,” she said at last, her eyes moving between him and Serena. “Am I not more lovely than my sister?”

A pained expression crossed his face. At last, he nodded mutely and looked imploringly across to Serena. “I’m sorry,” he said.

Serena looked as though she would cry but Bellatrix ignored her, crossing to the table hand outstretched. “I don’t think we need to continue,” she said. “We all know who’s going to win this contest.”

“Not so fast, sister.” Isis almost spat out the last word. “There’s still one more round – and the best is yet to come.”

Her look was fierce when she faced Bellatrix, but as she turned to the prince on the bed the sweetest of all smiles settled on her lips. Her cheeks glowed a faint red and her lips, cherry pink, curved in the most delicious bow. The auburn ringlets of her hair shone in the candle light, and as she slipped from her delicate dress Magnus saw her in all her loveliness.

Though her breasts were not as large as Serena’s, they were firmer, rising up on her rib cage with tender, pink nipples that were perfectly shaped. Her belly was flatter though not as muscular as that of
Bellatrix, while her hips curved in a way that showed she was all woman. When she turned on her slender thighs, Magnus thought that her buttocks were the most exquisite he had ever seen, firm and inviting.

“So, Prince Magnus,” she said in a soft voice, “do you really think my sister Bellatrix is fairer than me?”

“My lady,” Magnus gasped. “I think all three of you are the most beautiful women in all Nysa, but I fear that your sister has conquered me.” As he looked at her, his cock, heavy and limp in his lap, stirred but that motion caused me to groan. He looked down at himself miserably. “I am afraid I am not man enough to judge you.”

Another woman would have been downhearted at this, but Isis simply smiled even more broadly and sat down beside him on the bed. She softly stroked his cock, feeling the stickiness of her sisters’ juices on it. “Don’t you worry about that, my
lord. Reviving men from the dead is a speciality of mine.”

Without any further warning, she lowered her head and brought her lips to the prince’s cock, stretching them wide so that she could take all of it into her mouth. Sucking softly, she extended her tongue so that it could lick along his balls, making Magnus gasp as he reached up with his hands to grab hold of her hair.

“By the gods,” he gasped. “That’s... incredible. Painful, but also... bloody fantastic!”

Serena had slumped into a chair, unable to watch the episode unfolding before them, but Bellatrix cast a jaundiced eye over the scene. “He won’t last,” she warned. “I took the best out of him. You’ll see.”

Isis flickered her eyes towards her sister but did not stop her head bobbing up and down, making slurping noises as the prince’s cock began to swell, filling her throat now. Though it became larger and larger, she did not stop in demonstrating her skills, continuing to push it further into her and still using her tongue to lick the root of him. When at last she lifted her head completely, a silver strand hung between her lips and the cock which glistened with her spittle.

“A miracle,” he said. “I... I wouldn’t have thought it possible.”

Isis laughed at this. “Oh, you silly boy,” she said. “If you think that’s a miracle, then I shall make you attack me with all your vigour yet.”

Smiling, Magnus nodded his head. “I’m sure you’re right, my lady. A few moments ago I thought I’d never walk again this night, but now I think I could take on the emperor and his whole army.”

“Oh, that won’t be necessary, my darling love.” Isis glanced across to her two sisters, Serena sitting despondently and Bellatrix glowering. “But I do have one final fortress for you to assault, my lord and master. While you have taken the two pretty cunts of my sisters, neither of them has yet shown you the back way to a woman’s most secret desires.”

At this, Serena let out an even bigger sigh and Bellatrix fell into a chair, slapping her forehead. “Bloody slut!” she muttered with a grimace.

Isis ignored them, however. Taking position on the bed beside the prince, she got onto her hands and knees and then made her fingers wet in her mouth. Her buttocks, so delicious and smooth, were parted and Magnus saw not only her pretty cunt and tuft of auburn hair, but her anus winking at him slightly. With the naughtiest of expressions, Isis reached behind her with her fingers and began to massage around the hole, pushing first one, then two fingers inside. As she did so she gasped, her neck arching up and her hair falling onto her shoulders.

Incredibly excited, Magnus’s cock had suddenly risen to attention and was angry and red: though it had suffered much that night, it was clearly eager for more, but as the witch fingered her
arse he looked at her with concern.

“My lady,” he said. “Won’t my engine be too big for such a tight passage?”

(“Don’t you believe it,” Bellatrix muttered. “You’d be surprised at what she’s stuffed up there today.”)

“Have no fear, my lord and master,” Isis said, her voice thick and low. “Bugger away – I shall not only endure the assault, but die with pleasure on your cock.”

Taking up position behind her, Magnus placed the tip of his cock – much larger now than he had ever believed it in his life – against her arse and began to push gently. “Harder, my lord. Have no fear! All of it – all of me, is yours.”

Encouraged by her words, he did indeed push harder and as the tip of his cock entered her Isis let out a deep groan. Reaching between her legs, she began to rub her cunt and clit as the prince forced himself deeper into her.

As he fucked her from behind, there was such a look of uncontrollable lust on the prince’s face that the two other sisters knew in that instant they had lost. Isis was crying all kinds of filthy words to Magnus and he, forgetting all decorum, responded in kind, grabbing her hair and yanking back her head as he buggered her vigorously. If he had indeed entered that tent a boy, now he proved himself a man, and the cries of Isis were filled with the deepest pleasure as at last he collapsed on top of her, fucking her arse for all he was worth.

“My lady, my beautiful Isis,” Magnus cried in rapture when they’d finished.
“Never – never! – have I known such pleasure. Forgive me, Serena and Bellatrix, but your sister is the fairest in the land. Stay with me, Isis. I can’t let you go! Marry me, and when I am king, be my queen.”

For her part, Isis looked somewhat befuddled and smiled weakly before her head dropped down onto the bed. “Prince Magnus,” she said at last. “I accept. You are greater than any emperor – why, I haven’t been fucked like that in my life!”

At this he embraced her in his arms and kissed her deeply. Serena sighed glumly, but Bellatrix stared at the two lovers in fury.

“It should have been mine!” she almost screamed. “
He
should have been mine. You dirty, cheating, filthy bitch! How dare you!” As she howled, her face turned red and then purple and finally black with fury and words turned into incoherent noises in her throat. Serena and Isis stared at her in horror, while Magnus looked on in blank surprise.

At last, able to take no more, the black-haired witch spun round and, still naked, stormed from the tent. They heard a few shouts of surprise from the knights outside and then a clap of thunder overhead. At this, Serena shot from her chair and looked out of the entrance before returning, her face showing relief and confusion.

“It’s okay, she didn’t hurt them.”

“Where is she?” asked Isis, plainly concerned, but Serena simply raised her hands in the air and shrugged.

To Magnus’s shock, Isis began to cry. “It was that bloody apple,” she said through her tears. “This should never have happened.” He placed a hand on her naked shoulder, comforting her as she sobbed. “Don’t worry, my princess,” he said gently. “I’ll send my men to find her. No harm will come to her.”

Serena laughed at this. “Oh, don’t you worry. Anyone who tries to hurt Bellatrix at the moment will end up being turned into a frog – or worse.” She went to the table and lifted the apple before coming to sit beside Magnus and Isis. “Here,” she said. “It’s yours. I knew all along that you’re the fairest.”

Isis held the golden apple in her hands then burst into tears again. “You keep it,” she said, pushing it back to Serena. “All of us were the fairest, each of us in our own way. We should never had tried this stupid contest!”

Serena patted her back and then looked at Magnus with love in her eyes. “I’ll look after this,” she told him quietly, indicating the apple. “And I’ll go and find Bellatrix. She’ll calm down after a while, I’m sure of it. You, in the meantime, better take good care of your princess.”

But Serena did not find Bellatrix. The days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months.

It was more than a year later that the eldest sister returned to Nysa to find in her absence that not only had Isis officially become a princess after marrying Magnus, but that she was also pregnant.

With her swelling belly and her new status, the youngest of the three witches seemed to have calmed down much more, although the sadness in her face when she was told by Serena that Bellatrix was nowhere to be found confirmed Serena that her sister's newfound sobriety had another cause.

For his part, Magnus was devoted to his young wife. Serena never had the heart to tell him everything that had happened on that fateful day with
Osiman, but in any case it seemed that Isis had forgotten her own behaviour and had become equally devoted to her husband. As such, she was very glad when Serena offered to stay at the court of King Roland and help prepare for the birth of their child.

"I'm sure Magnus will want a son and heir," mused Serena one day, but Isis scoffed at this.

"When have you ever known a witch give birth to a boy?" she asked. "But Magnus will love our daughter, of that I'm sure."

Serena was sure that the father would dote on the daughter as much as he did the mother, but she wondered how long he would be happy with a string of daughters (from what Serena heard of gossip in the court, Isis's new decorum didn't extend to keeping her hands - and other parts of her anatomy - off Magnus whenever the opportunity presented itself, and even pregnancy had seemingly offered a new spice to their lovemaking).

From time to time the older witch would return to her rooms and take out the golden apple from the casket where she kept it locked away from prying eyes. It was still as beautiful as ever, with its tragic motto still glowing in the sunlight. Seeing it made her sigh and most times she had no care to look at it: as much as anything, she knew that Isis deserved it more than she, but now the younger sister had no desire to touch it. "Perhaps I'll make a gift of it to her daughter when she comes of age. I'm sure she'll be as beautiful as Isis, if not more so."

The birth of that daughter took place not a month later, and the private quarters of the palace echoed with the cries of Isis for many hours until they were joined by the squalling of a baby girl. Whatever woes lay behind that birth, they were immediately forgotten by Magnus and Isis when they saw their daughter.

In accordance with the customs of Nysa, the young child was not to be named until her ceremony a week later, which was always the opportunity for a party even among the most humble subjects of the kingdom. That it would be so much grander, being dedicated to the descendant of the king, was never in question, and the court was in a bustle for days as preparations were made for the event.

A cornucopia of food was brought in from the countryside in an abundance that had never been seen before. There were chickens and sides of beef and whole hogs, cakes and trifles, quince jellies and jellies in quinces. There was taffeta for the tables and silk for the seats, barrels of beer, kegs of wine and enough drink it seemed to float the castle. The servants ran back and forth day and night, carrying gifts of immense value to the great hall where the ceremony was to be held.

At last the time came, and Serena was one of the first to enter the hall, gasping in astonishment at the results of that preparation. A high dais was raised with a table for the king, queen, prince and princess and another seat, which the witch supposed was for some visiting notable - perhaps an emissary from Osiman who had made his peace with the King of Nysa. Beneath this table, large trestles filled the hall, laden with a wealth of foods and gifts for all the guests who would attend.

As the hall began to fill with guests, Serena hid herself away in one corner and watched them with pleasure when they gasped in astonishment at the riches laid out. At last the royal family entered, Isis carrying their daughter with Magnus at her side, the king and queen in procession behind. They came to the high table and took their seats, at which point the rest of the guests also sat down, Serena among them. The new princess, however, seemed troubled and looked around the hall before whispering something to Magnus. He nodded and stood up.

"Where is the sister of my beautiful wife, the lovely and most blessed Lady Serena?"

Serena blushed as a hundred pairs of eyes turned in her direction. "Oh, don't mind me," she mumbled. "Just here for the first course. You lot enjoy yourselves."

She attempted to duck away from the servants who were sent to fetch her, but when Magnus himself descended to find her she could not resist, and accompanied him to the high table where he beckoned the empty seat. "This was for you. You don't think we would ever forget you."

"Certainly not!" added King Roland. "With Princess Isis, you are the person we are most grateful to for saving our kingdom."

As she sat down, Serena saw that she had not been forgotten. Although the gifts of the emperor had made her richer than she cared for, she could not help but admire the elaborate presents that had been prepared for her. When she was among them, the ceremony could begin properly and King Roland stood, welcoming all of those in the hall to this feast in celebration of his granddaughter's naming day.

"And the newest addition to our house is to be called..." He frowned for a moment, clearly unable to remember her name.

"Talia!" hissed the queen.

"Ah, yes, Talia! And as we, the royal
family make these abundant gifts to each and every one of you here today, then I hope later you will join us in the ceremony of presenting the gifts you have brought for our little child."

This was a sign for the feast to commence, and servants walked between each table - or, more accurately, staggered beneath the weight of the platters they carried. "I can't believe you named her after mother," Serena whispered to Isis.

"It seemed the best name. If she grows up anything like mother, then she'll truly be the fairest of us all." As she spoke, Isis passed Talia to Magnus, who cooed at her affectionately.

The day seemed to be proceeding perfectly when, without warning, the doors to the great hall shot open, scattering not a few guests and servants. There was a sound like thunder and a woman entered at the far end from the high table.

"I can't believe you forgot me, sister," said Bellatrix with a scowl.

Immediately, Isis shot to her feet and, with a clap of her hands rushed from the table and down the clearing that ran the full length of the hall. "Bellatrix!" she cried out. "You came!"

Serena forced a smile. She was glad, she supposed, that her sister had arrived after all this time, but something about the timing of this gave her cause for concern. Glancing at Magnus, she could see he was worried as well, rocking Talia in his arms but not taking his eyes from the new entrant.

"By all the gods, who in all of Nysa is this?" called out the king, annoyed that his carefully prepared feast was being interrupted.

"I'm the reason you're still a king," Bellatrix replied, stalking down the aisle and ignoring her sister whose face fell as the older woman passed her by.

King Roland frowned at this answer, but then his face lightened. "Of course!" he bellowed cheerfully.
"The third sister! But we thought you'd gone. Please, my lady, join us at high table." With this he gestured to some of the servants who scuttled away to find an extra chair and cutlery.

Bellatrix joined them, followed by a somewhat crestfallen Isis. If the younger
witch seemed put out by this strange display, the elder was glorious in her hauteur. Something had changed about her, Serena decided. She appeared... not exactly older, but certainly more aloof, crueller even. Physically she looked almost identical, though the spiders web she had always worn were now matched with patches of leather that made her seem more severe, and in her raven black hair was a single white streak that reached from the crown to the very tip. Looking more closely, Serena also noticed slight lines around the eyes and lips, as though of a woman who frowned and scowled more than was good for her.

"Sister," Bellatrix said, her voice dripping with irony.
"How good to see you."

"It is good to see you," Serena replied, more honestly.

When a seat was set for her at the table, Serena sat down and stared around her. Her look for all the royal family and her sisters was contemptuous, but when her eyes alighted on Thalia Serena noted that for a second something akin to pain glanced fleetingly across her features.

"I see you managed to keep your cock out of my sister's
arse long enough to conceive a child," she said, causing the king and queen to gasp with horror and Magnus to stare at her with shock. Isis was clearly upset as well, but Serena decided to try and lighten the situation.

"Well, you know Isis. She was always the most versatile of us."

"Yes, she could turn a trick as quickly as any whore in Nysa. Not that it was difficult for her to accommodate our little Magnus that day, not after what she'd done with the emperor."

The king and queen were outraged at this, and Isis looked as though she was going to cry as Magnus handed her their daughter and stood up.

"Listen to me, lady Bellatrix," he said as politely as his anger would allow. "I am very sorry that you were hurt by the events of that day -" Bellatrix scoffed at this. "By the events of that day," he repeated, "but I must ask you not to dishonour my wife's good reputation."

"Oh, she can do that all by herself - she doesn't need any help from me."

There was a gasp at this, and Magnus's face became as hard as stone. He began to move towards Bellatrix but she raised her hand and stared at him, a look of steel in her eyes.

"Don't threaten me, pup. I'm the one who held off the emperor's army, don't forget." Everyone paused at this (Isis and Serena considering their own corrections to this interpretation) when suddenly Bellatrix smiled. It was like a shark considering her prey.

"I jest with you, Prince Magnus. I am simply here to celebrate the birth of your beautiful daughter. I am sure that she will be the one who truly justifies the epithet, 'the fairest'." At this, she raised her goblet of wine and gestured a toast towards the young baby.

Magnus, obviously discomforted, sat down and joined the rest of the family in an awkward toast. Serena was seething with rage but held her temper. The high table's jollity evaporated for a while and they ate in silence, though after a while the royal family and two sisters began to converse once more. Bellatrix said nothing and none of the others were sure how to speak to her.

"And now, it is the custom of bestowing gifts on Princess Talia," King Roland announced. "We had thought we would begin with the sister of our beloved daughter, Lady Serena." He began to sit down but the queen tugged on his sleeve and whispered in his ear. Red faced, the king stood up again and added: "I meant sisters, of course, if Lady Bellatrix would also be so kind."

Bellatrix gave a hard smile at this but nodded her head courteously. "I would be glad to, your Highness. You may have forgotten to give me a present, but I won't hold a grudge. But please, Serena, you go first: that's the way these things usually happen, isn't it?"

Ignoring the jibe, Serena turned her full attention to Isis, Magnus and little Talia. "A gift from a witch has to be something special, don't you think? With a father and mother such as Talia has, I'm sure she will be the most beautiful woman in the land, the fairest of us all." She stared hard at Bellatrix as she said this. "But my gift is to ensure this is the case, my gift to young Talia is a grace and beauty that will be irresistible to all. She will be indeed the fairest woman that all of Nysa has ever seen."

The crowd in the hall broke into spontaneous applause at this, and the king and queen smiled benevolently on Serena, as did Isis and Magnus. Even Talia, young as she was, seemed to
recognise the joy in the room, gurgling in her mother's arms as the applause continued for several minutes. Only Bellatrix scowled.

When the clapping and cheering had ceased, however, she controlled her expression. "Just like you, sister,
always thinking of the coarser things in life." There were a few gasps at this and Serena frowned, wondering whether Bellatrix had gone mad. "No doubt you want to make the daughter more irresistible to men than the mother, so that if Isis was the nympho of the forest, Talia will be the whore of Nysa."

This led to cries of protest, but Bellatrix ignored them. "As you are all so bloody sex-obsessed," she said loudly, "then I'll make my gift an appropriate one. When this girl becomes a woman, her first orgasm will be her last."

"What do you mean?" asked Isis, shocked at the malevolence in Bellatrix's face.

"When your daughter
cums, that's the day she dies," snarled the dark-haired witch.

There were shouts of horror and disgust from the floor of the hall, and Isis stared in astonishment at her sister. King Roland stood and shook his fist at Bellatrix.

"This is too much!" he roared. "You may once have saved the kingdom, but to threaten the royal family in any way is treason. Guards! Arrest this woman!"

As the soldiers rushed towards the high table Bellatrix simply smirked at them and, lifting her hand, clicked her fingers. Instantly she was gone and there remained only a
sulpherous smell at the table. Serena groaned.